Thursday, January 24, 2008

Thith ith a thtory that'll till ya!

As you may have grasped from my last post, I have gladly said goodbye to the clumsy confines of infancy and welcome with open arms the delightful "middle age" of our children. Just young enough not to have attitude, old enough to hold up their end of a fantastic conversation. Young enough to still bend to our will, old enough to use the bathroom on their own. Young enough to still sneak in a good snuggle, old enough to see movies we actually like.

However, I have found myself, as of late, feeling some sadness and nostalgia as the last bits of their early childhood slip away. There are things I am truly sorry to see go. Rocking my kids to sleep. Splashing at bath time. Sippy cups and little Ziploc bags of cheerios.

One of the favorite things I will miss is the simple idiosyncrasy of our children's speech. Our son has outgrown his sweet lisp, which shined magnificently as he rocked out to his favorite song, "Hey now, you're a rock thtar” by that band, Thmathmouth.

In the case of our daughter, all of her "K" sounds would come out as the letter "t". "Goin' to the park to fly a tite" "Gonna have some birthday take" etc. etc.

What would bring us and anyone within earshot to tears is when she would get on a rant about her absolute favorite subject.

Kitties.

"We have two titties in our house."

"Do you have any titties?

"My mommy had an orange titty, but it died."

"My titties names are Ella and Dizzy."

"Ooh, I like your titties."

"Can I pet your titty?"

Quite frankly, I'm not that comfortable typing any more examples, but let me tell you there's no better way to get to know a stranger than to have your youngster engage them in a conversation about the friendliness of their titties.

now see thats what i missed! i just added water and poof he is 11! but i still help him fall asleep and he is just now starting to get my sarcasm. i do think though i shouldn't read your blog at work anymore because i am now crying!

How funny!! I'm sad to say that I've never had any titties. Did you know that Uncle Larry is allergic to titties! When Trip was little he pronounced hisT's as F's and he loved trucks. I think you can figure out where this is going..........We were asked to leave some of the nicest places! Love ya! Aunt Liz

OMG, you totally cracky me up! I read one post and then couldn't resist reading a few more (um...at the office!) Can I please put in a link to your blog on mine? And I notice you haven't posted in a while. Hope everything's fine. Cheer :)

I also have been reveling in my children's non-toddler-ness. My youngest is about to be eight. And, honestly, I'm not really missing anything yet. Even the talking (although maybe if they were talking about our titty...). Anytime I have a pang of sadness, I visit my cousin with her one and four year old. Then I go home and THANK GOD that my kids are older!